Dress Your Age

When kids get told to “Act your age,”
They understand what’s meant,
For acting younger than their years
Is what was evident.

The same applies to “Dress your age”
In many people’s eyes,
As if by wearing youthful clothes
One’s years are in disguise.

But what if someone still prefers
Those younger styles of dress?
Would other folks’ opinions
Of that person then be less?

Concessions must be made, of course,
‘Cause ridicule’s no fun,
But how one feels in what is worn
Is how the battle’s won.

And so I’ll wear my checkered skirt
Which hits above the knee.
Perhaps it doesn’t match my age
But it still feels like me.